Novel & Cerita Lucians Regret

My voice was steady, but I could see the impact of my words on him. Lucas stared at me for a moment, his expression conflicted. A smile formed on his lips, but I could see the pain lurking behind it—the kind of pain that came from deep regret. “You’re always so humble, Aria. It’s one of the things I’ve always admired about you. I regret taking you for granted,” he said softly, his eyes clouded with emotion. I felt nothing but a quiet detachment. There was no satisfaction in his regret, no triumph in seeing him broken. He had made his choices, and now he was paying the price.

It was etched in his bones, and it had been his ruin. Fortunately, really, Fortunately, that face had appeared before him again. Like a drowning rat with no savior in sight, Finn desperately clung to his rare light, hoping to return to safe ground. Even though he knew he wasn't worth it. But then again, he had always been known to be a greedy person. Why else would he hurt so many people? "Lucian..." He called. "I regret it. I regretted it so much. And... I keep regretting it every day." From the moment he received that call, what he felt was a deep regret.

He asked, growing more and more despondent. It was an anomalous situation as his help only made me flare. "I feel like pushing you off a yacht!" I snapped at the yacht, trying to make him recall some memories. I still had my face. Why was he pretending like I was wearing a mask? Or was he suffering from memory loss? "I'm sorry about that... I got too carried away" he apologized, referring to the embrace, and I was too stunned to speak. Dante never apologizes, he always claims right as though he was never wrong. What was wrong with me? I should leave and not stay here.

I touched my neck—the scent-masker was hot, vibrating against my skin. I was winning. I was breaking him. But as I looked at my children sleeping peacefully, I realized the terrifying truth: Silas wasn't just losing his company. He was losing his life. And the only thing that could save the Lycan King was the very woman he had cast out to die. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands shaking. I had come for revenge, but I hadn't realized that watching him die would feel like dying all over again.

Then at Zareth and I could see the sadness and resignation on her face. "The Elder Council didn't erase my records because I broke a rule " she said quietly. "They erased them because I did what a prophecy said I would do." The world seemed to stop. Suddenly Aldrics last words didn't feel like the end of a story. They felt like the beginning.

Nadia stood a short distance away, her lips curved in a smug little smile as she watched the exchange. Silas’s face twisted with regret and frustration. He stepped closer anyway, lowering his voice. “The rut hit hard. I was burning. I thought of you the entire time. It meant nothing. She means nothing.” I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp enough to make a few heads turn. “Of course it meant nothing. That’s why her scent is all over your cock. You couldn’t even wait one night before crawling back to your favorite whore while preaching about protecting me and the pup.”

she asked softly. Lucian’s jaw tightened, his eyes distant as he stared at the floor. “I made a choice. A choice to take on the curse of immortality in order to save my people. But I didn’t understand what it would cost me. I’ve watched everyone I’ve ever cared about fade away, while I remain. I’ve seen kingdoms rise and fall, wars fought over nothing, and countless lives lost. And through it all, I’ve carried the guilt of knowing that no matter how much I try to protect this world, I can never atone for the things I’ve done.” His voice cracked on the last word, and Aria felt her heart ache for him. She reached out, placing a hand over his.

"These hands tell a story of a man who's learning humility." "They tell the story of a man who lost everything that mattered and is trying to earn it back." The words hung between them, honest and raw. Slowly, Mira's hand moved to cover his completely, their fingers intertwining. "I've been so angry," she admitted. "So hurt. When you chose Selene, it felt like you were saying I wasn't worth fighting for." "I was a coward," Lucian said, his voice thick with regret. "I chose the safe path instead of fighting for what my heart knew was right."

I saw the impact immediately. Lucas lowered his eyes briefly like the sentence physically wounded him. And maybe it did. Good. Not because I wanted revenge. But because consequences matter. Pain matters. Truth matters. He looked back at me again slowly. And for the first time in years… I saw no pride left in him at all. Only regret. Pure. Heavy. Human. The room around us remained painfully silent. Watching two people stand inside the ruins of everything they once were. And suddenly I understood something clearly.

I roared, my voice cracking under the pressure of everything I’d been bottling up. “Where was this sisterly love when I was seventeen and broken? When I was kicked out and so desperate for some damn bond and she just denied me of it. She looked the other way and watched them kick me out of my own home like I didn’t exist.” Lucian’s face twitched. “She regrets it,” he said through gritted teeth. I laughed bitterly. “Well regret doesn’t undo damages I'm afraid. Regret doesn’t erase the years I spent piecing my life together.”